Heather Hotness

I sigh and look through my bags, pulling out the most American major city outfit I could find. I walke dinto the bathroom and put it on, walking out with a pair of size one Levi’s (Rachel would have had to zip them up with a pair of pliers) and a black form-fitting top with sleeves that only cover the shoulders. I didn’t want Shade to get any ideas and I certainly didn’t want Rachel to take my boyfriend from me. My hair was up in a ponytail, but it was shining and nowhere near as matted as it was. Shade stood with his mouth agape, astonished to no end.

“You… look… amazing.”

“Aw, thanks baby.” I thought for a moment.

“Maybe I could stop by the bank on the way back?” I asked.

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